Chapter 3 – QUINN #2
“Yes,” I cry out, the hand not in his hair flying above my head to white-knuckle the comforter. His tongue wiggles back and forth inside of me, the sound so fucking wet that if I cared, I’d be embarrassed.
“You taste so damn good,” he mumbles, almost to himself. The barest hint of teeth nips at my clit before he sucks it between his lips. He smacks my ass cheek and pinches it. Then he pinches my clit, and god, that’s intense.
“Come on, Quinn. Fuck my face. Make me take it.”
Holy shit. So much for his manners. Thank god.
I hold his face against me, dig my heels into his back, and grind my clit into his mouth. I fuck his face as he told me to, forcing my pleasure from him. He’s only too happy to give it. In fact, he’s fucking feral over it. Clearly I need to age up if this is how older men give it to you.
Two fingers push into me while his tongue strokes and works my clit. His beard scratches my thighs and the sensitive skin of my pussy, but fuck me sideways if that doesn’t make it better.
I prop myself up onto my elbows and peer down my body till I find the top of his head. His blue eyes are closed, dark lashes on his red cheeks, brow pinched in concentration. He’s groaning and grunting and licking and sucking and flicking and playing and fucking me so deep, my mind spins.
My head falls back between my shoulder blades, and I wrap my thighs around his head to hold him against me.
His fingers curve up as they bang into me.
And bang is the only word for it. His knuckles bottom out, nailing against me with so much force I rock with it.
Pleasure swirls like a drug through my cells, curling from my pulsing clit through my pussy and up to my lower belly.
My nipples ache, and I grab one of my breasts so I can roll and pinch it.
I’m so fucking lost. So fucking needy. So fucking wound up, my orgasm hits unexpectedly, shaking a cry and an “Oh” from my lungs.
I clench against his fingers, driving down on them while I rub and thrust my clit all over his lips.
He licks me through it, only slowing down and ebbing his pressure as my body pulls back from him and my legs go slack on his shoulders.
My eyes close, and my hand lies flat against my heaving chest as I work to steady my breathing and my racing heart. I smile. Then I laugh. Holy shit, that was fucking amazing.
My feet hit the top of the bedframe, and I blink open and tilt my chin down. Rhett stands, sucks his fingers into his mouth, then wipes his cheeks and chin with the back of his forearm. I made him messy, and I have no apology for it.
His briefs are gone, and even though I said holy shit a second ago, I think this time I truly mean it.
Holy shit!
This man’s cock is big and thick and veiny and angry-looking.
It’s like a one-eyed monster set to destroy my pussy, and I snicker to myself because clearly I’ve lost it if those are the thoughts I’m having.
He goes for his pants on the floor and fishes a condom from his wallet.
I have two in my purse, and I’m already seriously hoping we have to use them.
He rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the latex over his cock, giving it a couple of firm squeezes and pumps once he gets it set. He catches me watching him, and I get a sultry smirk.
“Fuck you sore?” he checks while stroking his cock, and I might come again just from that sexy image and those dirty words. Muscles, tattoos, blue eyes, dimples, and that giant cock in his hand. I’m all in.
“Absolutely.” I sit up and point at him. “Looking at how big you are, that doesn’t seem as though it’ll be a tough undertaking for you.”
He walks over to me and cups my jaw, lifting it until our eyes meet. “You can take it. I’ll stretch you so good.”
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a fresh wave of heat hits me, perking my nipples back up.
He covers me with his body, his mouth reclaiming mine.
I taste and smell myself on him, and I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as I drag him down on top of me.
I want to feel his weight, feel his skin against mine, and he’s only too happy to oblige.
My feet plant into the mattress, and he moves between them, lining his cock up with my opening.
“Eyes on me,” he says, and it surprises me. Eye contact is personal. It’s intimate. It’s not something I’ve ever done with a one-night stand. “I want to see your face as I fill you up. As I make you sore.”
My eyes flicker open, and his face is right above mine. His thick cock nudges my entrance, and he plays with it, lubing it up with my cum before he shoves straight in. I cry out, my neck arching and my nails digging into his shoulders. Sweet baby Jesus, he wasn’t kidding. I’m fucking full.
Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and he releases a tense breath, his body shaking with restraint. “Jesus, Quinn. I said I’d stretch you, but fuck, you’re goddamn tight.”
I lean up and bring my mouth to his ear. “You also said I could take it. Can you?”
I feel his smile against my cheek as his hand slides down my hip. “Hold on and find out. I’m about to break your pussy in.”
Please, dear Lord, let that be true.
He pulls back, and his eyes are black fire. Burning hot and wild with raw lust. He drags almost all the way out before he pounds back into me so hard I slide up the bed. A noise tears from him, half grunt, half growl, and it’s so hot my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Yes.
His other hand climbs under my back up to my shoulder, where he holds me to him.
With me locked in place, unable to move or go anywhere he’s not allowing, he fucks into me like a man possessed. Hard, rough, penetrating fucks that fill me fast and deep—so deep I feel him in my stomach.
My legs wrap around his waist, clinging just above his ass, and I hold onto him, doing my best to meet his movements with my own. Pleasure sizzles up my spine and charges my skin, every nerve ending primed and pumped.
He grunts against my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. “So good.” That’s all he can manage, but it encompasses everything. The feel of his body against mine. The sweat covering both of us. The intensity with which he fucks me. The feel of his cock owning my pussy and my pleasure.
He pulls back and stares down at his cock slicing in and out of me. His fingers dig harder into my hips, and he licks his lips.
“Fuck.”
Fuck is right.
He covers me again, his entire body blanketing me in his weight, sinking us both into the bed.
His arms hold me, he buries his face in my neck, and he nails me with unrelenting rolling thrusts.
The angle is intense, the friction over the top as his cock hits then slides along my front wall, and his body rubs my clit.
I hold the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair. He’s saying something. Muttering words I can’t hear or make out, but I don’t care enough to ask him. I’m close. So close it’s a hairbreadth away, tickling the edge in a way that almost scares me with how powerful I know it’s going to be.
“That’s it. Yeah. You’re taking every fucking inch, aren’t you? Now come on me.”
He picks up his pace while pressing his pelvic bone straight onto my clit, and I have no choice but to give in to his demand.
My orgasm sweeps through me, making my pussy clench almost to the point of pain.
That could also be because his cock grows thicker and harder, making it tighter.
Making him have to work for those last few inches inside me.
A sharp moan followed by a deep whimper escapes me, and I claw at him, unable to control the deep, penetrating ache that’s consuming me.
“Rhett. Jesus!”
That drives him over the edge, and he comes, pulsing and shooting, his teeth scraping my shoulder as he groans out his release inside me. He lingers for a moment, dead weight and heavy breathing, before he captures the top of the condom, slides out of me, and rolls onto his back.
“Quinn?”
“Mmm.”
“That was fucking incredible.”
I nod. It was.
“You’re a dangerous girl.”
He climbs off the bed and goes into the bathroom. I have no clue what that means, but I like it anyway. I roll my head and find the clock on the nightstand. It reads 10:48.
I smile to myself. I have to be at work in a little more than eight hours.
We can do that again at least one more time, and I can still manage a little sleep.
I’m going to feel him tomorrow. That’s for damn sure.
But for now, I have another hour, maybe two, before my night with this gorgeous stranger who knows how to work my body like a bullfighter is over.